Nuff Said Poem by Etienne Charilaou

My wish is to fill a niche
like a Santa Clause for real.
Or maybe I should just go fish
but to fish I can't be cruel;
unless it's for an urgent meal.
But you buy them from the shops, you fool!

I think I'm a hypocrite for real.
But before you place that seal
to your compassion I make appeal.

Like everyone else I need to heal;
get back on an even keel.

My final word: ‘To thine own self have a clue! '
In other words you need to see ‘you'!
An uglier lump you will not find
and your job here is to unbind.